So I haven't written in over a month- there isn't really a good reason; I just haven't gotten it together. I am so sorry and vow to be better from now on, until I mess up next time.
Baby K turned one last week, it was crazy and yet her birthday ended up being just another day- we travelled to st.louis for a wedding and she was great. There was a young guy in the seat across the aisle from us who closed his eyes and K kept yelling at him so he would look at her. It was hysterical and luckily he was a good sport. I totally see myself in her (the attention seeking part of me) I am really glad she's not shy like some kids. She is changing more rapidly every day in good and bad ways. She now warns us before she cries with this horrendous whining, gasping sound! She is so strong-willed already I look at her and can just see the amazing tantrum potential and am already frightened...
As much as Baby K is growing, so is my knowledge of my husband and even myself. Every night before we go to sleep, Patrick and I tell each other our favorite part of that day. I always ask Patrick first and for the past couple of weeks, he hasn't reciprocated. I was totally hurt and irritated with him and and finally said something the other night, assuming he was just being a dude and didn't really care about our day and what cute things Baby K had done. He told me that when he hears about the cute things K does when he's at work it makes him really sad because he missed so many hours of her life. I was totally blown away by his response.
I have always joked that the reason Patrick doesn't emote more is because he just doesn't have many (or any) emotions to impart. Holy crap, was I wrong.